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As if he sensed my agitation, Jason grabbed the chance to give me a quick kiss and cuddle in his parents’ dining room. He snaked his hands around my waist, down my back, up my skirt, and groped my bottom—my bare, knickerless bottom. Standing there, he swatted each cheek in turn, left and right, and I naturally stuck my bottom out farther.
I heard a throat clearing cough and started. Jason dropped his hands away, creating space between us. Standing by the doorway was my father-in-law, his cheeks flushed. Had he seen my little spanking?
“Dad?” Jason raised his eyebrows.
“I was going to say, you’ll need the second canteen out from the garage. That one—he red-faced Clive pointed at the wooden box—“only has enough cutlery for six people.”
“Oh.” I hid my trembling hands behind my back. “Sure, thank you.”
“I’ll help pull the leaves out. The table gets quite stiff,” he offered.
“We’ll manage. Thanks, Dad,” said Jason. “Gemma is quite good at laying tables, her party trick, isn’t it, babe?”
“Jason!” I glared. Not here!
“Party trick?” Audrey entered the room, wiping her hands on her apron. “What party trick? We could do with some entertainment. Gemma, don’t tell me you dance on the table in the nude or something silly.”
I wanted to sink into a hole in the ground. She meant it as a joke, but I must have turned pink, and her eyes widened.
“Seriously?” She grinned.
“Please don’t go there.” I curled my toes on the polished wooden boards, having slipped off my sandals when entering the house, preferring to keep my feet bare.
Jason had no intention of rescuing me. Seeing the opportunity to bring a little kinkery into his parents’ life, he unleashed his dominance. He’d done it before, back at Blythewood, not long after I’d come out as his submissive—a demonstration of the pinwheel to his gobsmacked family.
“Setting the table. Nudity isn’t a requirement, but the blindfold is.” Reaching round, he fleetingly covered my eyes. “A perfectly set table using her memory and hands only.”
“Really?” said Audrey. “Why would you want her to be able to do that?”
There was a pause then Jason shrugged. “Because I ask her to do it.”
His simple statement hung in the air for a few seconds.
Audrey took the comment in her stride while Clive wore an air of obvious confusion. “A game, then,” she said, directing her comment at her son.
“If you like. A test would be a more appropriate word,” said Jason. I guessed he was educating his parents in the nuances of scenes and play. I waited for Audrey to ask why I did it, but she didn’t, as if she had worked out the answer for herself. She knew I was under Jason’s control. Now and again, her eyes would linger on my necklace as if to assess its significance. She focused on it now, the little padlock hanging down with the letter J prominent.
“If Gemma fails your test—”
“There are penalties, yes.” Jason held his mother’s gaze. “There are rewards, too.”
The two were locked in a time warp. I could see her work it out. Jason’s childhood regime of service and reward re-enacted by her son with his wife. Except, I did it for no other reason than to please Jason.
“Do you want to watch her do it?” Jason pointed at the canteen. “It’s quite impressive. She is well trained in the task, however, not by me. Another instigated the ritual a long time ago. I just keep her on her toes.”
Clive shifted. “I’ll get the other canteen.”
Audrey pursed her lips. “Very well, but no penalties, whatever they are, not in this house,” she insisted.
“Of course,” assured Jason, sliding the two halves of the table top aside.
Extracting the leaves from under the table, he lengthened it, while his father brought the extra canteen from the garage, and to the cutlery, Jason added the place mats and the wine glasses, placing them in the middle of the table.
Jason laid out one setting, which I had to remember. Quite simple, by his standards. Soup spoon, main-course knife and fork, dessert set, one wine glass, and a water tumbler, all positioned around a cork board showing a picture of the River Thames, which ran close to the house.
By the time I had calculated how much distance between each setting to accommodate ten adults, he had found a suitable blindfold. I had hoped I would only be doing this little spectacle for his parents, however, his siblings and their partners had started to drift in. Once one found out what was happening, the others bundled into the room. Lined up against the back wall, they muttered and tittered in the background. Joshua slept in his travel cot, worn out by adoring relatives.
“What is going on?” asked Louise.
